To a Glorious Harvest! [Fireside Fall Festival]

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"Speech!"
Training in the Armada with the other students was proving to be a bit harder than he imagined, but paying off in the end. Already he was settling into the routine of training and the other things expected from him. He didn't seem to be forming any relations with the other students, but that was fine. Besides Artorias, anyway. Aside from the training spars, Grimshaw was more than happy to stay away from Artorias and the rest of the pups he called his siblings. Honestly, he wouldn't be lying if he said that he left the Hallows to get away from them with Resin gone. It didn't matter and it was good to have rivals anyway, even if they were more or less your family.

Though when he arrived, few others were there before him. A few he didn't recognize, and then the three legged man he often saw wandering around the Armada. Grimshaw wasn't sure what was up with him, but opted to give the man space and found a seat off to the side, but still well within the gathering and waited for the others.  

welcome to the freakshow